It probably isn't the best idea to go silent on the blog so close to your due date. Or maybe I'm the only one that religiously checks blogs daily when the blogger is nearing her due date to see if she has had the baby? Creepy a little? Whatever, I get excited for the blogger.
Anyway... I'm here. Still pregnant.
In case you're keeping track, I'm 37 weeks and 3 days along. So even though I like to pretend like I could have this little guy any day now, I could also not have this little man for another 4 weeks.
Oh geez... that thought kind of makes me want to burst into tears.
But, as Coach Taylor says, "One Day at a Time. One Game at a Time."
Sports references. Gotta keep my head in the game. My eye on the ball.
Ok I will stop.
The good news is that we are ready for the little guy. His clothes are washed. His cloth diapers are almost all washed. His newborn diapers are stocked and ready. The cradle is next to my side of the bed and empty (it had been housing my clothes). Our bags are packed.
And thanks to a rather active fetus and a strong, painful batch of Braxton Hicks contractions this weekend, I had a great opportunity to practice relaxation and breathing.
So we are waiting. And since I'm the least patient person on the planet, I'm doing my best to not drive Phil nuts as we wait. :) Pray for him.